The Night Tells


night's horrified and disappointed
why is the warmth of the moon
not as warm as the reflection of the sun

silent calm,
anger was muted,
sitting quiet, dark heart

why do I have to be dark?
aah, I fell asleep
under a tree, on the grass

ah, there's a firefly,
he made a beautiful little light,
that decorates my loneliness



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